Okay Chapter 3!

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Coralline stared up at the ceiling through wide eyes as she lay in bed. Never before had she had to make such a terrifying and abnormal choice. To stay in the second world, which she had fallen in love with, and continue her life happily with the people she loved, she would have to sew buttons into her eyes…well more like Other Mother doing that for her.

So sharp you wouldn't feel a thing. Her other father's words stung her memory. Rolling over she found herself curled into a fetal position, burying her head in her arms, wanting to cry. She was scared. There was no denying it. What would be the cost of her remaining in this world?

Although she didn't want to admit it, she already knew. Her life although boring and sad in the other world, still had it charm that she was attached to.

She felt tears leak through her eyes and spill onto her pillow, the feeling of dread consuming her.

It wasn't until an odd moment later when she heard the light footsteps on the staircase. Her body tensed as a cold chill ran up her spine, alerting her immediately. Was it Other Mother coming to sew in the button eyes without her final answer? Or was it Other Father coming to check up on her?

She didn't want to see either of them, and silently prayed that it wasn't.

The door to her room opened gently, and the soft pats of boots on her wooden floor walked in. She shut her eyes tightly, quickly thinking of ways to escape, when she felt a light touch on her shoulder. She gasped and jumped away from the touch, spinning around quickly in her bed to face the intruder, flinging a pillow at him.

He didn't make a sound, nor did he move an inch, but instead caught the pillow before it could hit him. She gasped when she saw the other Wybie, his button eyes confused and shocked. "Oops! Wybie I'm so sorry!" she cried in a low voice. "I thought you were…them," overwhelmed and upset she found herself gripping onto him in a tight embrace, seeking any comfort she could.

He stroked her hair with a gentle hand, allowing her to cry without interruption.

The feelings that she had felt during their kiss in the garden began to stir once again, and the butterflies in her stomach began to turn into a burning fire. Without a second thought on her actions she looked up into his plastic eyes and saw the same burning desire within them.

She lifted up a hand to stroke his face, feeling his soft skin beneath her fingertips. This time he lowered his head to kiss her, his lips hotter and softer than before. He pulled her closer to him, not at all rough but gently, as though he were afraid of hurting her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. A wrestling match took place between their tongues, as they tasted each other, craved each other.

She pulled him with her as she lay back, never breaking the kiss. Her hands traveled up and down his back, and her breathing became uneven. He removed his lips from her mouth and began to create a light trail of butterfly kisses along her jaw and neck. Their light touches sent shivers of pleasure through her body. A low moan escaped her, as her body became aroused at his touches. Wybie smiled through his gentle kisses, making his way down to her collarbone.

She ran her hands up his shirt, slowly pulling it off him. His body felt warm against her and soft to touch. She placed a kiss on his neck, forcing her body to merge with his, her senses running wild in anticipation.

With his help she managed to get her shirt off, exposing her naked top half. Wybie looked at her nervously, as if asking for her permission to continue. She nodded and laid back, her eyes glazed with lust and trust.

Slowly he began trailing soft kisses down her collarbone and down to her right nipple, sucking on it gently. She let out a small moan, arching her back as waves of pleasure ran through her. He made his way down to her belly button, slowly bringing his hands down her sides until he was able to grip the sides of her pants, pulling them down. She gasped when she felt his touch so far down her body, in a place she never imagined been touched.

He removed his pants, and glanced up at her, making sure he was allowed to continue. She smiled and nodded, biting her lip. He smiled and bent down to kiss her, running his right hand down her side and squeezing her thigh. "I love you Wybie," she whispered lovingly in his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss. The warmth of his body on hers, and his soft skin rubbing against her skin, sent her into trembles of pleasure and desire.

He wrapped his arms around her body, kissing her neck as he moved into her gently. She felt a sharp pain and cried out, gripping onto his shoulders. He stifled them with yet another passionate kiss, his way of saying 'Don't worry it'll be over soon, I love you Coralline, I'm sorry.' He didn't move in further until she was used to him, then he slowly entered then re-entered her, all the while kissing her with the burning passion he felt for her.

Soon the pain turned into pleasure and she moaned and growled in pure ecstasy. She clutched the bed covers, breathing unevenly, feeling Wybie move within in her, gaining speed. His thrusts became harder, each sending shockwaves through her body. She gripped onto his body, pulling him deeper and deeper into her, trying to mould into his body.

She came first with an amazing climax, soon followed by his.

He rolled over to her side, breathing unevenly, his chest rising and falling as he tried to gather enough air into his body. She snuggled up next to him, clutching onto his body as though he were her life support. He gathered her in his arms and pulled her closer, kissing her lightly on the forehead. Her heart continued to race from the excitement, but her breathing was beginning to slow to a calmer pace.

She felt complete and beautiful, but most of all loved. She loved Wybie…and she wanted to stay.

Glancing up she saw the rose he threw her, laying on her side table, still beautiful and lovely.